I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 234 Seven-Star Life-Prolonging Lamp_1

Chapter 234: Chapter 234 Seven-Star Life-Prolonging Lamp_1

You covered your forehead, suddenly feeling that you had come to the wrong place, "Her name is Xi Yu, and she’s Er Ya’s private secretary, she has nothing to do with me."

"Oh—" who knew she would burst out again, "So she’s a dowry maid."

"Pfft!"

You were almost scared breathless by her!

Rolling your eyes, you abruptly stood up, patted your head, and sighed, "Call her whatever you like, I’m not playing along."

Saying that, you patted Little Hei on the head and turned to walk out of the Chenghuang Hall.

"The little scamp is actually shy."

Behind you, your unscrupulous mother’s mischievous laughter followed.

The Chenghuang Temple was large and sold all sorts of things; after aimlessly wandering, you came to a more secluded area, where mostly Buddha beads and carvings were sold and there were fewer people.

You glanced up and saw a few skewed, large characters on the shop’s signboard—A Mysterious Shop.

The shop’s doors were wide open, and at the entrance hung various kinds of amulets—some made of jade, some carved of wood, and others folded from talismans.

The shelves were cluttered with a mishmash of items, such as Peach Wood Swords, Eight Diagrams Swords, compasses, and so on.

"Is the owner in?"

You pushed aside the amulets blocking your view and stepped inside.

At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing a green Taoist robe slightly raised his head; he was holding a tablet and seemed to be watching a video.

Upon seeing you, he asked, "Mu Yun, run out of talisman paper again?"

"Uncle Yang, the talisman paper I bought last time is still enough. This time, I want to buy some other things—I’m preparing to go to a rather dangerous place and need to make some preparations before setting out."

"Where to?"

"Oh, don’t ask. I won’t tell you anyway."

"You rascal." The middle-aged man known as Uncle Yang had been in this shop for as long as you could remember.

Uncle Yang was a peculiar person; even your mother said so. No one knew his past or what was on his mind. He just idly passed the days, or as the nearby shop owners would say, Uncle Yang was just coasting along, waiting to die.

"I have only a few things here; take whatever you need."

You were very familiar with Uncle Yang’s items on the shelves; you could count them with your eyes closed, and none of these were what you wanted; otherwise, you wouldn’t be wasting your breath with Uncle Yang.

Usually, when you came to buy something from his shop, you’d just grab it and leave a few bills with "Grandpa Mao" on the counter.

"Uncle Yang, the stuff I need isn’t on your shelves."

"If it’s not on the shelves, then go to another store." Uncle Yang didn’t bother with you and continued watching his online videos.

"Uncle Yang, what I need this time is something lifesaving!"

Finally, Uncle Yang looked up at you and asked, "What do you want?"

"A Seven-Star Life-Prolonging Lamp, plus a stack of brown talismans and eight red talismans."

Uncle Yang furrowed his brows and said sternly, "How did you know I have a Seven-Star Life-Prolonging Lamp?"

"If I said your mom told me about it, would you believe me?"

In fact, your mother had never mentioned the Seven-Star Life-Prolonging Lamp. You first heard about it in fifth grade, when Uncle Yang, utterly plastered, was crying and clutching what looked like a shoddy piece of copper junk. You asked him what it was, and through his drunken haze, he’d blurted out the five words, "Seven-Star Life-Prolonging Lamp."

You had no idea what the Seven-Star Life-Prolonging Lamp truly was until recently, when you came across the name in a damaged scroll. It described the lamp as a Taoist treasure of utmost value, with an extremely complex refinement process. Its purpose was just as its name suggested: to prolong life!

"Did your mom send you?" Uncle Yang looked up at you. Seeing you nod, he couldn’t help but complain, "Xiao Ying, that madwoman, she’s figured out even my deepest secrets! Ah, well, it’s superfluous for me to keep it, and after all, I owe your family."

With that, Uncle Yang reached out his hand, and a small copper lamp materialized out of thin air.

The lamp, resembling an oil lamp but without glass, had a wick surrounded by seven copper mirrors. As you took it from Uncle Yang’s hands, the little copper lamp creaked with a "squeak, squeak" sound.

Then, Uncle Yang pulled out two stacks of talisman papers from the wooden chest at his feet, one stack brown and the other blood red, both seeming to be covered in dust!

As you took the talisman papers, Uncle Yang said earnestly, "Mu Yun, you can manage to use the brown talisman paper, but be cautious with the red ones!"

"Um, I understand. I won’t use them unless it’s absolutely necessary, and frankly, I hope I’ll never need to."

"Alright, get going. The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll be back."

"Thank you, Uncle Yang." You left a stack of Chinese Yuan on Uncle Yang’s counter. He didn’t even glance at it, as if it was of no use to him, and went back to watching a video.

No sooner had you left Uncle Yang’s shop than your phone rang. Taking it out, you saw it was a call from your mother. Although you knew nothing good could come of it, you had to answer: "Hello, Mom."

"Where are you?"

"Out buying some stuff."

"Zhao’er and the others are waiting for you at the gate. Hurry up."

"Okay, I’ll be right there."

After hanging up, you hurried towards the Chenghuang Temple’s main gate.

When you arrived at the gate, you were taken aback. Parked there was a massive Ford Night Owl, a type of large pickup rarely seen in the city. With the dense population and crowded streets of Huaxia City, a vehicle of its size could easily dominate an entire lane.

Moreover, Little Hei was sitting in the pickup’s cargo area. Seeing you come out, it playfully stuck out its tongue and began to wag its tail.

The passenger-side window rolled down slowly, and Xi Yu, sitting in the driver’s seat, smiled at you, "Get in, we’ve been waiting for you for a while."

You shrugged, opened the door, and climbed in.

The truck was not only domineering on the outside but also extremely spacious on the inside. You turned your head to find Wu Qiyi and Zhao’er sitting in the back seat. Wu Qiyi smiled at you, "We’ve been looking for you and couldn’t find you, so we had Aunt Ying call you. Did we disturb you?"

"Not at all, I’ve just finished making my purchases." You thought for a moment and then said to Wu Qiyi, "Er Ya, Uncle Wu came looking for me today."

Wu Qiyi was silent for a moment, then spoke indifferently, "He is him, and I am me; we don’t really have much to do with each other anymore. Don’t take his words to heart."

You knew better than to dwell on the topic of Wu Sihua—and the tense relationship Wu Qiyi had with her father.

"Well, you should know about the House Commander at the Wu Family Old House, right? It’s a Lao Amah."

"Lao Amah?" Wu Qiyi looked at you, slightly startled, "What does she want with you?"

"I promised her I’d go somewhere to find a book; the time is almost upon us, so I’m planning to set off the day after tomorrow. However, she mentioned that I should bring you along. It seems we might find a cure for you there."

With this revelation, Xi Yu, who was midway through driving, suddenly hit the brakes and turned to ask you, "Is that true?"